Chapter 7: Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3

When I woke up in the morning, I found my morning boner was inside a warm cocoon from behind again, but this time there was something very soft and silky between us. My shifting around had Kelly hug my arm to her chest before pulling her butt away from me. She turned over to face me before reaching between to my boner back between her legs. Kelly pulled me toward her and pushed her hips toward me at the same time. My body seemed to know what to do before long, so she used her hand to pull me into a French kiss as we rubbed together. I was about to get to where it was throbbing when Kelly locked her legs around behind me to keep us pushed together. Her kissing strengthed for a few seconds as she moaned into my mouth before rolling onto her to relax a few seconds before she was quickly moving down my legs. She used her mouth to have me feeling great as the semen stuff squirted into her mouth while she swallowed quickly.

I see now why people get married if they can have that happen every morning. Now to get something to eat. I am starving!

Because of my tests, I wasn’t eating until my tests concluded. The best I could do was to have a few sips of water. If I did as asked, I would have a very light bland lunch before I went back to do more testing. If I gave them any trouble, I would be lucky to eat anything before dinner.

After she disconnected me from my IV, she stripped me down and put me on the toilet while she got a bath ready. I had to be completely clean before the orderlies came to pick me up. I was put in the tub and got to watch her strip to her panties. I expected her to put on bikini bottoms, but she didn’t.

“Mom and I talked a lot last night before the sleeping pills she slipped into my food put me out like a light. She realized that I knew how easy it was for us to have intercourse the other night when I was completely naked in your bed. That would have disappointed her. I made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to be losing my cherry in a hospital bed unless you were dying this time and only had hours left to live. If out having sex caused you to pass away early, then you would go out happy,” Kelly told me. “For the first time, mom told me I was acting very grown-up. She let me out of my promise about not letting you see me without panties. She did put a condition on me. If you were going to see me without panties, then you had to be willing to do to me what all I had been doing to you. You already know how to rub me. I am going to show you how to lick me too. If you want me to help get your semen samples, then you have to do me too. Otherwise, you can get your samples on your own.”

Ok, so she wants to get off too. That is fair. Still, I’m not happy about the ultimatum. I didn’t make her start jacking me off when I was in a coma or suck my dick to make it go faster. If she wanted her pussy licked, then fine, but we were talking about her terms after I get her off.

Kelly got on the side of the tub near the wall and then moved her bump right in front of my mouth. I used my tongue like it was my fingers, except that my spit made her bump wet enough that I didn’t need anything else. I kept licking until she tensed up and moved away.

The water was getting cold in the tub when someone knocked loudly on the bathroom door. Kelly helped me out of the tub, dried me off, and set me in the chair in my room while she dressed. On the bed was a hospital gown and a note to have me ready at seven A.M. sharp. That was ten minutes away. I had Kelly come with me once she got me into the gown.

“Kelly, I very much appreciate all that you did to be able to stay with me and take care of me. I love it when you suck on me to get the sample out the fastest, and I loved licking you in the bathroom. You only had to show me what to do, not threaten me like that. I met two other girls since I woke up that I am sure would be more than happy to help me squirt my sperm in a cup for the lab to do whatever it is that lab does with them,” I said as straightforwardly as I could. “If I can start doing it myself, I will. If not, I’m sure I can get someone to do it for you.”

Before she could reply an orderly was in there putting me in a wheelchair to cart me off through a maze of corridors, which only orderlies seem to get a map of, to arrive in X-Ray faster than I could have walked here.

They removed my gown before the orderly helped the x-ray tech get me on the x-ray table. To make sure I wasn’t moving around, the technicians strapped me down to the table. Before I could even tell something was going to happen, I felt a sharp prick in my leg beside my balls. For a few seconds, I felt someone using gloves to pull my dick and balls away from that spot before my whole crotch went numb.

“Glad to see that you didn’t die on us, David! You are my best customer. Glad to see you finally started to grow a pair,” a sweet voice, which I recognized from past visits, said over the speakers in the room. “We are putting in a lot of radioactive dye through the vein in your groin. It is made to react to the oxygen levels in your blood as we map out all of your blood vessels. We would have done a CT scan, but they are worried about how it might affect you. There are some light sedatives mixed in with the dye to help you go to sleep while I do my work. If you are lucky, I will be giving you a push of caffeine to wake you up in time to get some lunch. This table moves to get the angle we need. We securely strapped you in, so you are perfectly secure.”

I never went completely to sleep. To make sure my goggles didn’t show up, they took them off. I couldn’t have anything taped over them for the same reason. As I watched the machine, I started seeing hundreds of different colored lines moving all around in the machine as it moved positioned for each x-ray. After it got where they wanted it, only a few colors remained. This fat line of ever caused a color that ran through the machine. When it went back where it came from, the other lines returned. It repeatedly happened while I remained in one place. Then the bed started moving me around so the machine could x-ray me through my back, down through my head, and then any other angle they wanted to get an x-ray. The tech was very kind to me as she came out to put a bandage on after removing the IV line she had put in there for the dye. I was still pretty numb, but not so much that I wouldn’t feel it if I needed to go pee.

Kelly was waiting for me with the orderly to take me off to somewhere. On the way to my next destination, I gave the vampires a few tubes of blood before going to eat. I was due in the lab after lunch for more bloodwork.

At lunch, I was surprised that the sheet the phlebotomist gave Kelly had any flavor of pudding, Jell-O, rice, broth, a few soups, milk, and mashed potatoes! Yogurt and ice cream were both crossed out, though. I hated mashed potatoes and rice. What they make here have no real flavor to them. I got some of the thick chicken broth, added the rice and got one of the lemon juice packets I put into it to make some quick Greek Lemon Chicken Soup. It was hot with some texture. The mashed potatoes were, well, mashed something. I doubt it was potatoes.

Cardboard tastes better than the potatoes I have on my tray.

When I finally felt full, for the first time since I woke up here earlier in the week, I was back to get more blood drawn at the lab. I got to pee in a cup since they couldn’t just check the urine bag.

“David, we have to ensure there aren’t any ketones in your urine,” the nurse said as she had the specimen cup in one hand and my penis in the other. “When you were in a coma your body, the mixture put in the feeding tube was a high in fat as you could tolerate it without having bowel issues. It was all they could find to do to ensure that you weren’t converting any of the fat you had left in your body into sugar or attacking your muscles for nutrients. We all did a lot of research trying to figure out why your body was acting that way, given the high-fat content of your diet. Your stool showed no indications of any of the fat excreted in bowel movements. If they lowered the fat content, you would have ketones in your urine. The studies all suggested that you should have been gaining weight, but you weren’t.”

Snore. This boring scientific-sounding talk was all I needed to relax enough to pee. Don’t worry. I have plenty more to fill as many cups as you need.

Seeing that I was already naked, I was taken over to an exam room down the hall.

If I were a girl they police would have shown up to find why a girl rolled naked down a hallway in front whoever was out in the various areas we passed through. Kids and adults that got a good look at my dick.

In the exam room, a nurse came in to take a lot of measurements from head to toe. I was a bit surprised when, as she looked focused on the sheet where she recorded my measurements, then stroked me until I was erect. She kept me hard until she had measured around the head, done a sort of quick sketch, measured around multiple places on the shaft, got the length from the back, and then measured from my butthole to the tip. After double-checking that she had all of the measurements, she told me I could, but not to leave. Kelly could come in if she wanted to keep me company while the nurse had everything double-checked before I left.

Kelly helped me into a gown as she said quietly, “I thought that was a bit excessive when she took all of the measurements of your penis. At least up until I looked at the form she was filling out. Drawing a diagram of the head of your penis seemed a bit over to top too, but you know what? It was there on the form. It seems someone requested them to collected sexual development data for some study. The only measurements that differed were the ones which differed for boys and girls. Given how many boys develop breasts during puberty, it makes sense that boys would have the same chest measurements as girls. For female genitalia, they have spots for the length of the vestibule, the area below the clit to under the vagina, length of the longest part of the labia minora and perineum. While a diagram of the vagina and clitoris would work, they preferred multiple pictures from normal non-aroused state to fully aroused, where possible.”

That seems a lot more invasive than measuring my dick.

After checking to be sure there was no one coming, Kelly got in a drawer to pull out this odd-looking device. Shaped like a long thermometer, but made out of rubber. She was about to do something with it when a different nurse walked in.

“I knew I should have waited another minute or two before I came in,” she told Kelly. “Your pediatrician saw you waiting on David. You need the rest of your measurements completed too. Since you already know what is coming, go ahead and strip below the waist. I called your mother to get permission. She said David might as well stay. He could get a female anatomy lesson as well as aiding in preparation for some of the measurements. I think we would both prefer his help than it just being the two of us.”

Don’t laugh! It doesn’t matter how ironic it seems. Be her friend and help out.

Looking completely embarrassed, the nurse had Kelly change places with me. Kelly found her feet strapped down into the stirrups. The nurse also strapped Kelly’s were her thighs met at her hips and her knees to the poles so Kelly couldn’t squirm away.

The nurse put some attachments on the stirrups that had measurements on them. She would slide one part down to be where she needed it and make the adjustments to have the measurement scale where she needed it. A quick push of a button took a bunch of pictures, with a flash, that she said would be stitched together on a computer to make a 3-D view. They already had everything every over part of Kelly’s naked body from an exam a few weeks back.

From there I had to give some help. I moved around where my eyes were staring right at Kelly’s pussy from about a foot away. When I was exactly where the nurse wanted me, she handed me some green gloves. She said they didn’t show up on the pictures and the one she just took would somehow use reference points to fill in the areas where my gloves were. The next sets of measurements involved me putting my fingers at the sides of Kelly’s vagina and opening her up just the specified bit. The nurse told us both something boring and a few very gross stories before she took this set of measurements and pictures. She continued through three groups of photos where I opened up Kelly’s pussy until Kelly said it started to hurt. The nurse would whisper what part she was measuring and give me a few little secret details. She then put a bit of lubricant on the thing Kelly found in the drawer before she gently pushed it up inside Kelly’s vagina. I didn’t see what it did as it got connected to a machine that made a few sounds as Kelly winced a bit. It came out looking as it had when going in.

If the nurse keeps doing that I won’t need Kelly’s help to get a semen sample before we leave here.

The nurse then smiled at me as she moved back and said, “It doesn’t matter to me how it gets accomplished, but I need to take fully aroused measurements. Kelly will have to be kept aroused during the entire period of measurements. I will leave now to let you two see what you can work out. I will be back in five minutes. Just remember, I need her aroused, not post climactic.”

Kelly explained that meant I had to get her horny and keep here there without getting her off.

I can at least know that I got to turn the tables on a girl to give her blue pussy!

Deciding to get her going quickly, I spread her pussy open to where she said that it had hurt before. Then I took my time kissing every inch of pink inside her mound. When her juices began flowing, I started opening my lips enough to suck a bit into my mouth to see if I liked it. I had been so into it that I nearly jumped when the nurse put her hand on my shoulder to pull me back. I was to keep my hands as they were while she did a lot of pictures and measurements. Then she had me go back to what I was doing to Kelly until she told me to stop. I didn’t expect to see the nurse push the weird rubber thermometer thing up inside Kelly without any lubricant. She fucked Kelly with it until the machine connected to it beeped. Then it made some noise as the nurse moved in and out slowly as Kelly moaned out. After a minute or two, well it could have been ten for all I can remember, the thing wouldn’t move anymore when the nurse pulled on it.

“Go ahead to help her climax David,” the nurse whispered to me as I noticed she had pulled Kelly’s shirt up and now had her small breasts exposed.

As I moved to lick Kelly’s clit, the nurse was taking measurements of Kelly’s nipples with another device, and then it took a few pictures. The more Kelly’s hips moved then more lights I saw on the machine connected to the thing inside her. Some were blinking, and I heard faint sounds from it. Once I got her off, I Kelly gave a long, happy sigh. I then felt a gloved hand on my penis just before I started shooting into a specimen cup. I slight hiss and the rubber thermometer looking thing slid from inside Kelly.

After the nurse looked at the numbers, she told Kelly, “Sorry kiddo. You are still too small for even David’s below average girth. Your body is catching up, but the measurements are accurate to a fraction of a centimeter. Your hymen is fairly thick. Your vagina is too undeveloped to permit enough penetration to tear it. Any attempts at intercourse will end in pain. Stick to fingers for now. The results show that when aroused, your vaginal length can take the longest of either of your fingers. Kelly, you need to ask your mother about ultra slim-line vibrators. They are just under the smallest measured diameter of your vagina. I will require patience at first, but your hymen will stretch enough to use it to pleasure yourself without tearing it.”

The nurse told us to dress and get out. Kelly asked if I needed her to help me out since I had to keep her on edge for a long time.

I’m not going to be a dick. I’m not going to be a dick.

“Thanks. Someone collected a semen sample while worked on finishing you off,” I told Kelly.

I saw the look when she realized that I meant what I said earlier about being able to get someone else to do it or even do it myself now. Before she could think about it much, I pushed a finger into her still dripping vagina to see if I could find that rough spot just inside her pussy again. She was quietly begging me to try to push my finger into her fully since she was spread wide right now. Her vagina had to be bigger than that machine said. I wasn’t much bigger around than the finger I had in her now.

Too bad you aren’t getting that. I’m not sure what we will be when I leave the hospital, but I know if I pop your cherry here, you will never be more than maybe a fuck buddy at best if you don’t outright hate me. I guess it is good that I have to talk to the psycho doctors next. I don’t feel like the old me at all.

I found there was a big group of men and women psychologists and psychiatrist residents waiting for me. I met with one or two at a time. Each asked me about everything about me from when I was a little kid up through what I could remember before I ended up in a coma at the hospital

Uh, no way are you getting anything about the day I was hit by lightning no matter how you ask it.

The sessions were pretty much the same. I went into detail about the birthday parties and then the one where no one showed up for mine even though mom said we had RSVPs from nearly all of the people that she invited. Then I had me walk them through my pulling back and eventually feeling like I was invisible to everyone. They didn’t have a lot of time with me before I went to the next two to three head shrinkers.

They had to be watching me on camera to start continuing or going deeper into what I had talked about with others.

In one session they went into depth about the birthday parties. Was I positive that they had skipped giving me a cake? Did I run off when I should have been sitting in my seat, and that was why I didn’t get cake? Maybe I was already ignoring them without realizing it. Had I thought of that? After the next session, which drilled down into everything about me, ignoring everyone, I got a bit of a break for a snack, bathroom and a few minutes of peace.

The next group of physiatric doctors, or doctors to be, gave me a battery of tests. I did the inkblot cards, some quick IQ questions, various puzzles, and then a quick test. After the first two pages, the rest of the thirty pages asked me about my sexual orientation and history.

How about I save you the time! You could have just asked me instead of giving me this bullshit test.

“Forget about this sex test,” I told them. “First off, if I was lucky enough to have had sex, I’m sure as hell not about to tell you about it. What kid would? Come on already! You are all smart to be psycho doctors. As soon as I tell you, that is if I were having sex, every doctor here would know and then my parents will find out. Talk about killing any action a kid is getting and making sure they never get laid again until college! Do I play with my dick? Do you play with yourself? My grandfather told me an old joke I didn’t get until I turned twelve. He said there two types of people in this world, people that play with themselves and those who lie about it. I’m not a liar. After all the years ignoring everyone, I can’t say if I have any gay tendencies because I never tried anything with another boy. It is pretty certain in my mind that I like girls and want to learn about sex as soon as one will let me. I don’t know how this tells you if I am crazy or not, though.”

Well, that went well! Maybe I just made these three fail their residency and make them go back to school. They don’t seem to have any idea what to do now.

They walked out of the room a minute later. An orderly came to get me in a wheelchair to take me back to my room. After supper, a nurse helped me get standing with the walker to see if I could make it to the bathroom on my own. It took forever to get from the side of the bed to the bathroom door. By then, I was exhausted and dripping with sweat. I vaguely remember her putting me on the toilet before being strapped into my custom bath chair. I woke in the morning in clean PJs, needing to piss badly. There was no sign of Kelly anywhere.

At least they didn’t strap my hand to board last night when they reconnected my IV line after my bath. Now I can get that urinal and hold my dick in it while I piss.

“Can I help you again,” the candy striper that had helped me before asked. “I overheard the nurses talking. They said your friend who takes care of you didn’t stay overnight. The nurse from when I helped you before said I could ask if you minded if I helped pee again before you had breakfast. She said that meant I had to get you completely naked and would have to get you on the toilet if you needed to do more than pee.”

She then started talking a lot faster. All I was able to make out was that she had a lot of sisters and girl cousins she babysat. I think she said her family didn’t allow girls to babysit the boys or boys to babysit the younger girls. They were all segregated almost from birth. There were never any coed baths. The only exception was cases of fraternal twins or triplets.

I smiled at her as I worked out of my pajamas to the point of having the IV line going up the now empty sleeve of my PJ shirt.

“You are going to have to very carefully take the IV bag off the pole and work it up through the sleeve. These must be my real PJs because hospital ones have snaps for this very reason,” I explained. “Though I would appreciate it if you could make it quick. I need to go pee badly now.”

Telling a girl you have to pee badly is all that seems needed to get them moving pretty fast.

When I had peed, and she cleaned me up with a washcloth, she asked me, “It got all big again, do you need to pee some more?”

Wow is she blushing! How do I tell her she just gave me wood when she was moving my dick around to be sure it was dry now?

“You made it get hard when you were moving it all around to be sure it was dry. A nice girl touching a boy’s penis will usually cause that to happen,” I told her before I joked, “Ok. I fibbed a bit. Any girl touching a boy’s penis, at least one who started puberty, will give him hard unless he just climaxed.”

Ok, I was wrong before. Now the candy striper is blushing. It goes all the way down inside where her buttons popped open as she was helping me.

With the bedrail down, and her in reach of both of my hands, I reached up to button her shirt. When she felt me tugging her shirt away from her body to do the first button, she pulled back. Her leaning back and looking down caused her shirt to gape open. She looked up at me as I was looking at her small breasts contained in a modest front hooking bra.

I think she needs a bigger bra now. It is so tight I just saw her nipples pushing it out as they got hard.

Doing up only the lowest button, she quickly hurried from the room.

Well so much for the show.

For the first time since I came out of my coma, I had alone time to check out my “new” dick. I saw that I actually had enough dark hairs on my balls to make them noticeable and my little nest at the base of my dick had grown long enough to pull them now. They told me that my dick got bigger around, but the only change I could feel was that it was longer than before, even if it didn’t seem to have grown all that much. If it had been any other time, I would have jerked the covers up when I heard someone coming in with my breakfast. Instead, I was too busy checking out how the ways I used to jack off felt now.

Earth to David! You keep that up, and you are going to squirt. No way to hide that to everyone that comes in until they clean you up. Arggg!

“Is that how boys do it when they waste their seed,” I heard softly from beside the bed. “My grandmother told me that God didn’t consider it sinful when a woman touches herself. They must do it to be ready for their husbands to do their part to make a baby during a woman’s fertile time. She said that if I kept going until she felt so good that it started to hurt, then my time with my husband would be nice for me too.”

I smiled as I explain, while slowly stroking my dick, I told her that I was doing this to cum. I usually liked to make it squirt out because it felt great. At home, I had tissues to clean it up, but I didn’t have anything here that I saw. I also told her that the hospital wanted to get me to shoot into a cup so they could see how many sperms were in it that could make a baby. Right now is the first time since I woke up that I had been able to make it happen.

From beside the bed, she handed me a specimen cup with my name on it. I looked over to see that she had two more buttons undone now.

“I brought your breakfast so they wouldn’t come in for a little while,” she told me as I saw her blush go way down on her pale chest. It almost reached her tits. “I have a lot of things I need to learn how to do for when I am married. I heard that it helps a man get ready to put his seed in a woman if he can see her body. If I let you see my breasts, can I watch you make your seed come out?”

I don’t think I need any experience with girls to know that you are going to show me your breasts even if I cover myself up, so I am going to stroke my dick until I cum. Show me what you want.

As I resumed stroking my dick, she unclasped her bra, tucking the bra cups against her sides. I had nothing blocking my view. It was only my third pair of real breasts that I had seen in person, at least that I remembered, but they seemed perfect. Both were about the size of two orange halves with her pink nipples, and the area around them, just dark enough to see them. Slowly I saw her moving closer and closer to me until she had her hips pushed up against the side of the bed. I risked lifting my right hand so that I could let the back of my fingers rub over one of her nipples. She sucked in a big breath when I touched it. She didn’t pull away, so I continued rubbing the backs of my fingers over them. After a minute or two, she pulled away.

That was nice while it lasted and she seemed to enjoy it.

How wrong I was. Instead of backing away, the candy striper just moved to the other side of the bed, put down the safety rail and then pulled my hand off my dick. I watched her as she popped the snap on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She slid my left hand into her pants, under her panties. My right hand went on her breast. She held the specimen cup in one hand, my dick in the other.

“I know this is a sin for man, who is not my husband to touch me between my legs, but I already sinned many times when I touched you so you could go to the bathroom. I want to see if I can make your seed come out, so I am letting you touch me the way I am touching you.”

Just go with it. You know that this candy striper is so horny now that you could tell her that she has to have sex with you to get you to cum and she would fuck you right here and now. Plus do you think you can get your left hand out of her jeans with how she has your wrist pinned against the mattress right now? Do I even want to move it?

I did have to stop touching her breasts to show her how to stroke me properly. Once she got the hang of it, I was back to playing with her tits and trying to find her bump down inside the big mass of hair on her pussy. I must have pulled a lot of hairs because she let go of my dick, pulled my left hand out, and then pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles.

Man, that is a lot of pussy hair. I can’t even tell where her pussy in all of that wet jungle.

She then started to pull her jeans and panties back up to be where they were just a bit below her think forest. Taking my hand, she worked my hand and fingers until I had fingers parting her pubic hairs to let my middle finger rub her very wet bump. After having me moving my finger around to be sure I could rub it now, she pulled her pants and panties up some, but not as far as before. I had enough room now that if I pushed my finger down into her pussy, I could rub around her hole to get some juices. That settled, she went back to stroking my dick. She was so into me fingering her that I had to move her hand with the specimen cup to catch my semen when I started squirting. Her hand kept rubbing my mostly limp dick as I worked to get her off. It didn’t take all that long.

Hey! Careful there. I want to keep that hand!

When she was getting closer and closer to getting off, she squirmed around so much that her jeans were now down around her ankles. A little work from her other hand, her panties dropped to join her jeans. When she finally got off, she cocked her hips forward. It did get my finger away from her clit, but now my hand was pushed down into the mattress with my middle finger able to push up into her pussy. She didn’t even think about having her sperm covered fingers near her pussy as she reached between her legs with both of her hands to keep my hand for moving. It seemed my fun was over when she pulled my wet middle finger out. I didn’t expect her to have her push my index and middle finger inside her. She used both hands to fuck my fingers.